SH3 Hash Trash
Hash Date: 30
October 2003
Written by: Nuclear
Seaman
In the first ever (well…… everything is a “first”) SH3 Halloween Hash, a record ten hashers showed – both in and out of costume (some obviously didn’t read the e-mails closely). Four virgins – Virgin Jeff, Virgin Richard, and Virgins Efraim (aka George of the Jungle) & Julie (aka Scott Baio, martial artist) (a couple) – “came” at the invitation of regular hashers. Regular hashers included Religious Advisor Papa Don’t Preach (aka Just Christian), Hashmeister Nuclear Seaman (aka Satan), Virtual Clinton (aka white tiger), Laura Jean BJ Queen (aka “what was that costume? Drag queen?”), Just Christian (aka black-eyed peas), and Just Matt (aka hare).
After a few brews at the Socorro Springs Brewery to wet
the palate, the hares – Nuclear Seaman and Just Matt – headed out with a 15
minute lead into the eerie darkness to lay trail (need a full moon hash
sometime). Using a mix of flour and
“glowstick” liquid (I’m not sure I’d recommend this in the future as the stuff
stinks), the hares took the pack on a tour of the suburbs and ditch banks of
Socorro toward the university campus.
Shiggy was minimal as there are only a few water holes in this realm
where one can safely make the pack suffer (unless, of course, a recent rain has
provided other opportunities). Checks
were generally laid in well-lit spots (i.e., the middle of the street) much to
the dismay of Papa (you know you didn’t have to stand in the middle of the
street). Through the campus and back
toward the brewpub, the pack lost trail near Nuclear Seaman’s house, missing
out on a carefully planned graveyard scene (courtesy of Nuclear Seaman’s wife). Only Virtual Clinton got to enjoy the full
effect of running through the cobwebs.
After regaining trail, the pack proceeded to BN a block over from
Nuclear Seaman’s thanks to our gracious hosts Mike & Debra Dennis. Only the hares know how much lead they
really had – and they’re not talking.
After a few more brews and goodies (great cookies!!!!), the
entire group headed back to the brewpub for religion and the naming of Just
Christian and Just Matt.
Religious activities took a more “formal” turn, led by SH3’s
Religious Advisor, Papa Don’t Preach.
Papa invited the virgins up to down-down and betray those who made them
“come.” Thus, Papa, Just Matt, and Just
Christian also had to imbibe. Just
Christian has yet to learn the traditions and avoid multiple down-downs for
violating hash etiquette by wearing a hat during a down-down. Papa, on the other hand, seems to relish any
opportunity to down-down (go figure).
The hares were the next subject of ridicule, as trail was duly analyzed
by the pack. All the usual whining took
place (yes, whining). The only valid complaint
was the lack of shiggy. And a down-down
by the hares. Just Christian (poor boy
never learns) received a down-down for saying he liked the trail! By this point, Papa was getting cold (and it
showed!!!!) and he had to borrow LJBJQ’s jacket. Finally, the pack came to the naming of Just Christian and Just
Matt. After some heated discussion
(maybe the harrierettes were in heat), Just Christian became Father Snowball (I
won’t even begin to explain that one for fear I could get charged with
violating internet pornography laws) and Just Matt became Seven Inches Shy
(based on some help from Just Matt’s spouse).
Father Snowball is a great match for LJBJQ (since they usually “come”
together….. or maybe not). Seven Inches
Shy speaks to many aspects of Just Matt’s background (and dark secrets). No whining guys – the pack has spoken!
Time ran out
(yes, the brewpub was closing) as plans were made for the next hash (at night
no less) on Thursday, 20 November, 6 PM at the brewpub, hares TBD (although a
rumor is floating around that the two “old guys” will co-hare). This old guy, though, will be in
Massachusetts that night. Any thoughts
on a theme – like “come” as your favorite “turkey?”
And that’s
the way it was, 30 October 2003!